Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven
(an anonymous poem from the internet)

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Four-thousand plus enter heaven.
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying "Let's sit and Chat."

They settle down in seats of clouds
And a man named Martin shouts out proud,
"I have a dream!" And once he did,
The Newcomers said, "Your dream still lives."

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"Were from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine.
And the Newcomers said "You died not in Vain."

From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear-"
And a Newcomer said "We know the rest.
Trust us sir, we've passed that test."

"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom in a grave."
The Newcomers had heard this voice before,
A Yankee twang from Hyannis shore.

A silence fell within the midst
And somehow a Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the four thousand that day.

"Back on earth, we wrote reports.
Watched our children play in sports.
Worked our gardens, sang our songs,
Went to church, walked along.

We smiled and laughed,
Knew love and hate,
But unlike you,
We were not great".

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that.
Look at your country, look and see-
You died for freedom just like me."

Then before them appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke, and dust,
And people working because they must.

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee-deep in hell, but not alone.
"Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman,
Side by side, helping their fellow man."

So said Martin as he watched the scene,
Then "even from nightmares, can be born a dream."

And down below, three firemen raised
The colors high in the ashen haze.
The soldiers above had seen it before-
On Iwo Jima in '44.

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perception on what he saw mostly.
"I see pain, I see tears, I see sorrow,
But -I don't see fear.

You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
Are suffering now because of this wrong.
But look very closely: You're not really gone

All of those people,
even those who've never met you
All of their lives
they'll never forget you.

Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together,
Together as one".

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said,
"Take my hand" and from there he led
Four thousand Newcomers on into Heaven,
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven.